the sun’s tolling bell subterranean eyes a thousand to one the factory line stars outside the window flicker and shine the hollow headed morning isn’t blind a mountain of nails burn in your hands here i give all i am

gloria i get down on my knees further from my own

a tower of stones sympathy’s shade ride a white horse the drowned on parade a diamond headed serpent climbs a vine see all the lonely children lose their minds a mountain of dust burns in your mouth here there’s no north, just south

gloria i get down on my knees further from my own

thirst swollen tongue an arcadian twist the sleepwalk is done yet the notion persists cars outside the window careening by the hollow headed morning is unkind gloria i get down on my knees further from my own under a cliff darkness denied here i have seen the light